My long 8-week medical leave will probably come to an end next week. I see the doctor on Monday, and I should be going back to work on Tuesday.
To tell the truth, I don't really want to go back very bad. I feel like my leave wasn't very restful at all. Too much going on! Hubby bought a brand-new Toyota 4Runner (and I had to sign papers only 6 days after surgery), Bobby started his job the same week I had surgery and he lived at home for a few weeks, Ricky moved from one apartment to another in Auburn ('though I didn't help), Bobby moved from Auburn to a new apartment here, his new cat came to live with us for awhile, and his old cat did not like it one bit! Mega-cat fights day and night!
Then there were the trips to Birmingham — first for a checkup on the surgery, then to see the thyroid doctor and then to have the biopsies. In the middle of all that, I caught this horrendous cold which hasn't relinquished its hold on me yet (and now Bob has it, too). The constant coughing threw my back out, but, in the meantime, I bought a new washer and dryer so Bobby could have the old one...
And, on top of all that, I have spent every scrap of energy I did have on work. I put in more than 80 hours of work while I was on leave and, consequently, didn't get any of the little projects done that I had hoped to. And now I have to go back to work for real...
Poor me!
13 years ago